When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 35 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.75 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Did your grace call? I'll speak we anon, I'll speak we anon: Come Kate let's walk a little, whose's there? my Lords of London and of Winchester, welcome, welcome: by this your master the Cardinal I trow, has parted with the Emperor, & set a league between the French and him, Mother of God, I would ourself in person had been there, But Wolsey's diligence we need not fear, Ha think ye he will not. No doubt he will my Lord. I Gardner 'twill be his best policy, Their friendship must advance his dignity. If ere he get the Papal governance. And that will never be I hope. 'twere pity it should. he's proud enough already. Haw, what's that ye talk there. They say my Lord he's gone with such a train, As if he should be elected presently. Fore-god 'tis a gallant Priest, come hither Charles prithee let me lean a thy shoulder, by Saint George, Kate I grow stiff methinks. willt please your Highness sit and rest yourself? No, no Kate, I'll walk still, Brandon shall stay mine arm, I me fat and pursy, and 'twill get me a stomach: Sawst the Prince today Kate? I my good Lord. God bless him, and make him fortunate, I tell ye Lords, the hope that England hath, is now in him, fore-god I think old Harry must leave ye shortly; well, Gods will be done, heerle be old shuffling then, ha will there not; well, you say nothing, pray God there be not, I like not this difference in religion I, God's dear Lady, and I live but seven year longer, we'll take order thoroughly. We hear that Luther out of Germanie Hath with a book unto your Majesty, Wherein he much repents his former deeds, Craving your highness pardon, and withal, Submits himself unto your grace's pleasure. Bonner 'tis true, and we have answered it, Blaming at first his haughty insolence, And now his lightness and inconstancy, That writ he knew not what so childishly. Much bloodshed there is now in Germanie, About this difference in religion, With Lutherans, Arians, and Anabaptists As half the Province of Helvetia, Is with their tumults almost quite destroyed. methinks 'twere well my royal Sovereign, Your Grace, the Emperor, and the Christian kings, Would call a Counsel and peruse the books, That Luther writ against the Catholics, And superstitions of the Church of Rome: And if they teach a truer way to heaven, Agreeing with the Hebrew Testament, Why should they not be read and followed? Thou sayst well Kate, so they agree with the scriptures, I think 'tis lawful to peruse and read them, speak Bishops? Most unlawful my dear Sovereign, Unless permitted by his Holiness. How prove ye that my Lord? Well said Kate, to them again good wench, Lords give us leave awhile, avoid the Presence there, we'll hear the Bishops and my Queen dispute.
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Did your grace call? Ile speake we anon, Ile speake we anon: Come Kate lets walke a little, whose there? my Lords of London and of Winchester, welcome, welcome: by this your maister the Cardinall I troe, has parted with the Emperour, & set a league betweene the French and him, Mother of God, I would our selfe in person had beene there, But Wolseys diligence we neede not feare, Ha think yee he will not. No doubt he will my Lord. I Gardner twill be his best pollicie, Their friendship must aduance his dignitie. If ere he get the Papall gouernance. And that will neuer be I hope. Twere pittie it should. Hee's proud enough already. Haw, whats that yee talke there. They say my Lord hee's gone with such a traine, As if he should be elected presently. Fore-god tis a gallant Priest, come hether Charlcs prithee let me leane a thy shoulder, by Saint George, Kate grow stiffe me thinkes. Wilt please your Highnesse sit and rest your selfe? No, no Kate, Ile walke still, Brandon shall stay mine arme, I me fat and pursie, and twill get me a stomack: Sawst the Prince to day Kate? I my good Lord. God blenn him, and make him fortunate, I tell yee Lords, the hope that England hath, is now in him, fore-god I thinke old Harry must leaue yee shortly; well, Gods will be done, heerle be old shuffling then, ha will there not; well, you say nothing, pray God there be not, I like not this difference in religion I, Gods deere Lady, and I liue but seauen yeere longer, weele take order throughly. We heare that Luther out of Germanic Hath with a booke vnto your Maiestie, Wherein he much repents his former deeds, Crauing your Highnesse pardon, and withall, Submits himselfe vnto your Graces pleasure. Bonner tis true, and we haue answered it, Blaming at first his haughtie insolence, And now his lightnesle and inconstancie, That writ he knew not what so childisbly. Much bloodshed there is now in Germanie, About this difference in religion, With Lutherans, Arians, and Anabaptis As halfe the Prouince of Heluetia, Is with their tumults almost quite destroyde. Me thinkes twere well my royall Soueraigne, Your Grace, the Emperour, and the Christian kings, Would call a Counsaile and puse the bookes, That Luther writ against the Catholickes, And superstitions of the Church of Rome: And if they teach a truer way to heauen, Agreeing with the Hebrew Testament, Why should they not be red and followed? Thou sayst wel Kate, so they agree with the scriptures, I thinke tis lawfull to peruse and read them, speake Bishops? Most vnlawfull my deare Soueraigne, Vnlesse permitted by his Holynesse. How proue ye that my Lord? Well sed Kate, to them againe good wench, Lordes giue vs leaue awhile, auoyde the Presence there, wel heare the Bishops and my Queene dispute.